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 Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 7:33 pm
It was a busy evening in the main technology hub of Destiny City. No matter the time of day or night, this part of the downtown area was always brightly lit up. Neon signs advertised all the latest gadgets and imported fads, while signs on the sidewalk directed people up- or downstairs to the many karaoke bars, all competing for best price and time.
Foramen had just finished an uneventful patrol. Now he sat idly up on a second or third level awning, dangling his legs over the edge and watching the masses make their way through the crowded street below. He alternated between staring at the tech products and the karaoke advertisements. He wasn't sure which he wanted to do - shop or sing - just that he didn't want to go home yet.
He had been meaning to upgrade to a new laptop, he mused. He'd had his current one since before Barren Pines a year old, so it was rather out of date by now. And he could certainly talk his grandfather into transferring him some extra money, on account of the good mood Kirin's Christmas visit had generated.
The people below scurried like ants - and Foramen gave them about the same level of consideration he gave an ant. There were hundreds of people down below him and not one of them bothered to look up. Foramen wasn't that surprised. Normal people usually didn't bother - look straight ahead, go about your own business, don't meet anyone's eye. Those were the rules most humans lived by. Even Foramen only bothered to check rooftops and back alleys and his entire surroundings because he was a senshi. So he was content to sit where he was, in plain sight, content in the knowledge that the only people who would think to look up were other senshi... or agents of the Negaverse.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 8:44 pm
Torbenite was dutifully patrolling.
"Patrolling", with heavy air quotes, probably with a side of italics, if this had been a written word. Patrolling, as in, stalking around his usual places, blending in with the crowd who were more busy trying to get from point A to B to pay some scruffy teenager any notice, and preying on the 'victims', like any good Negaverse agent.
Well, sans the energy sapping of course: Torbernite would have said "but there are many forms of evil", as he slipped one hand into some pompous businessman's pocket and came out with both a wallet and a pair of keys. In the same step, he swerved into another crowd and away, not surprised that said victim of his was still talking on their cell phone. Life did not get any easier than this, and ages ago, he might have justified his actions, but stealing, all sorts of stealing, had long ago become second nature. There was the knowledge that he shouldn't be doing something, and then the bigger acknowledgment that he simply didn't give a damn.
Friday in Destiny City was always busy: it was karaoke night, it was time to drink, to overspend (and probably demand refunds the day after), and to overall, drown in the noise and lights. Hell, the Negaverse agent was walking in plain sight, down said bustling sidewalk, and noone paid him an ounce of attention. As he said, easy pickings.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:21 pm
Foramen indulged in people-watching while he tried to make up his mind about the evening's activities. Shop? Ha, look at that idiot's stupid hat. Karaoke? Oh god, did you look in a mirror before you left the house? Shop then karaoke? Ugh, makeup applied with a trowel. Karaoke then shop? HA! Pickpocket dressed like a weirdo Negaverse agent. !!?!
Doing a double-take, Foramen swung his attention back to the thief in black-and-green. He slowly rose to his feet, peering down at the street below. It might be a Negaverse agent, it might be some punk kid with no fashion sense. The vague military theme did have alarm bells ringing in his mind.
Golden eyes attempted to glare a hole into the pale head flitting through the crowd. Foramen regretted that he couldn't just jump down there and see if the thief recognised a senshi - only with that many people, there was a higher chance of people rioting over the sudden appearance of a 'terrorist'. Foramen was looking for a hassle-free evening - he didn't want a riot OR a battle with a Negaverse agent. Hopefully it was just a stupid kid who had no idea what he looked like.
Maybe, Foramen considered his options, he could drop something on the kid's head if he didn't look up soon...
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:45 pm
As he was on his third-and-a-half wallet, an odd feeling overcame the Negaverse agent as he paused mid-step and blinked. Slowly, Torbenite looked around, down, and then up, before suddenly zooming in on this sensation: the large tower clock to his upper left. Oh crap! It was ten o'clock and he was going to miss the season finale of Ratman. He knew he should have pre-recorded it ahead of time!
The Negaverse agent pondered his choices: he could either attempt to make the last five minutes, or simply stream it off the internet later. Considering he was halfway from his actual apartment, streaming it seemed like the smarter of the two options, well actually, it depended how much time he would have left. Torbenite looked up at the clock again: twenty-five minutes, okay that was enough time to- HOLY CRAP
They say in life, there are no such things as coincidences, everything simply works according to plan, unexpected or not: situations beyond the control of someone are simply the same planned acts, probably of some twisted diety, smiling as they looked on. If so Torbenite wanted to punch that diety in the face. Staring straight down at him - there was no way of missing it - was a freaking senshi. He might have mistaken the person for one of those really horrible wannabe Karaoke pop stares, if they were not standing a several considerable feet above the street. Granted, they could be a professional building climber, but judging from what he could make of the outfit: senshi.
The Negaverse agent fidgeted, suddenly feeling very, very, nervous, and did the thing he did best: walk towards the most crowded part of the street in hopes to shake off the other's line of sight.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 3:13 am
Turning and heading for the biggest crowd wasn't a definite sign of guilt. Foramen thought it was likely enough, though. He scowled at the fleeing teen. The one time he wasn't looking for a fight-! But now that he was all but positive that the pickpocket was a Negaverse agent, he couldn't just walk away. Or let the Nega thief walk away, more like.
Foramen eyed off the gap between the clock tower and the next roof in the direction the white-haired guy was heading. It was over a main street, but he was fairly sure he'd made that distance before... Ah well. Since any further delay would lose him his prey, he bunched his legs and leapt. He would have made a graceful silhouette to any who looked up - but again, no one did.
One slightly less graceful landing later, and Foramen was back up on his feet. He prowled along the uneven rooftops. A fast stalking stride had him slowly close some distance between himself and his prey. Golden eyes remained glued to the thief's head, and any time the Nega agent looked around to see if he was free yet, Foramen was sure to glare even harder.
He wasn't sure if the Negas had improved eyesight, or what the guy could make out of Foramen, but the redhead was getting pissed off with this game of cat and mouse. (Ugh, did that make Foramen the cat? Ugh.) The next time he met green eyes, Foramen made an impatient gesture. He didn't want to waste his entire night on this guy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 7:46 pm
Ha! That would show them, to mess with him, the master of all things Stealth and Incognito. Senshi? Gone!
Just to prove his point, he turned back to the clock tower to make sure they were not tailing them. They were indeed not there. No, instead, they were standing even closer now, even having the audacity to stare right back at Torbenite with some sort of strange expression. At this point, the senshi could simply jump from the air at any opportune moment and knock the negaverser off their feet - this was Not Good. Not to mention the amount of wallets he had in his possession: he owed rent, he clearly needed those wallets.
The Negaverse agent looked around, skimming the crowded stores. A cinema - perfect! He quickly ducked inside, but not before giving the sorry senshi a wise-a** wink as if to say "See ya".
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 5:26 pm
"Oh goddamit!" Foramen cursed as the little sneakthief disappeared into the darkened cinema. Well, Foramen wasn't letting him get away. Who knew how many people the Negacreep would attack in the dark? No one would notice someone missing a starseed or having their energy drained away until the credits were done rolling and the Negaverse officer long since fled.
Leaping down from his perch, Foramen ignored the startled pedestrians and followed Tobernite.
He was glad for the dark, as he paused to let his eyes adjust. It helped to hide the fact that Foramen stood out a bit more than the more normally-dressed Negaverse. As it turned out, Foramen needn't have worried. Milling around the lobby were several dozen people in a wild manner of dress. Foramen wondered if he'd missed a new holiday before snatches of conversation revealed that the cosplayers were here for the opening night of a new movie.
Snorting in amusement at their sorry lives, Foramen looked around for a glipse of pale hair and dark Negaverse uniform.
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